Chapter 96

Minutes ago, he and Myles had gone down to Split where we’d stored all the midnight snacks

“You can barely stand,” Tristan said, pushing me against the bar. “What’s going on?”

I reached for the rum bottle, nearly knocked it over, and poured a few more ounces into my glass. I missed a few times. Thought of my old man. Of his jovial way. His lust for life. The love and attention he’d showered us with through our lives. My throat clenched.

What would my dad think of me now?

Tristan’s dark brown eyes roamed over my face. Then he gave Jack a concerned look I caught. He said something into Jack’s ear, and through heavy lids, I watched Jack make his way across the room, heading for the kitchen.

“Why is everybody busting my fucking balls?”

“Because you don’t get this drunk. And you look like you haven’t slept in days. Are you and Derek okay?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Is it because of Myles?” Tristan asked, leaning closer. “The ménageàtroisyou all have going on?”